Sloane had started her period, and had not gotten her beaver waxed in over one year. She didn't shower regularily, and what became of her pubic hair was a bloody mess, clots of blood and hair. Her downstairs was more like a bearded axe wound than anything female.
And dying in yo' bed many years from now, would ya be willing ta trade all da days from dis here day ta dat fo' one chance, just one chance, ta come back here as young men an' tell our enemies dat dey may take our lives but dey will never take our freedom ... YUB NUB!